Winter II

by Jem Croucher
It came so fast, the iron chill as winter took a hold
and shivering we huddled to hide from bitter cold
Sometimes we would venture out for food or other things
but mostly hibernation from the numb the winter brings

And so it stayed for several months
this cocooned way of life
Long Johns, hats and gloves and scarves
whilst that bone chill was rife
Yet through it all the hope remained
a tiny spark yet still
one bolstered by a promise
that protected us from ill

The promise of a warmth to come when white turns into green
and life begins again from all the barren we have seen



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